Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.